My child's father is me

After a while, the young master finally came out of the room, and with lowered brows, he handed the things wrapped in his hand to Shen Huaibi.

With a red mark on his face? The young man handed the things in his hand to Shen Huaibi, turned his face away, and looked a little dazed: "My father hid... all the things are here, don't I didn't take anything, don't ask me."

Shen Huaibi took the things in his hand, opened the package for a look, then refolded the package, and put it in Qi Mo's hand standing behind him.

This is indeed Pingcheng?? Knocking on the seal, one lion and one tiger, unmistakable??.

Shen Huaibi didn't intend to give up on that unlucky prefect, and asked, "Let me ask you again, you've been in Pingcheng for so long, but have you ever heard of a man named Huarong?"

The young man looked at him in a strange way, covered his face with one hand... the scar, his eyes touched his indifferent eyes, and he shrank a little: "No, no. I don't go out from this door? I don't go through the second door? ?, Can I see you? Who is it?"

"Think about it carefully and don't lie to me. If you don't tell me if there is an engine, then the whole city of Pingcheng will be slaughtered. I think you are not so smart, but you are not so stupid as to be ignorant. ?? the point."

Shen Huaibi's words were both praise and derogation, scolding him endlessly both openly and secretly.

But that young master seemed to have a really underdeveloped cerebellum, so he didn't think too much about the deep meaning in Shen Huaibi's words. He honestly recalled the people he had met.

Shen Huaibi was patient, drinking tea from the pot while waiting for him to speak.

After a while, the young master finally replied: "It seems...my father said it? This person."

Qi Mo continued to talk to him and asked, "When?"

The young master glanced at him, and for some reason there was a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Uh... before the day when I was tied up."

Qi Mo asked again: "The prefect was tied up by you, how many days has this been?"

"It's been eight days..." Young Master glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "If he hadn't insisted on taking that oiran as a continuation string, I wouldn't have tied him up! Speaking of this matter, it's that Hua Rong? The ?

Shen Huaibi wrote lightly: "What?"

"Let me just tell you." The young master sat down and said like a broken can, "that Huarong came to Pingcheng to practice medicine at first... and invited my father to play in a flower building. It's so hard to die, He fell in love with Hua Rongbao... that oiran."

Xu Yi frowned: "And then? Is your father right? Is she stalking?"

"That's not true. My father still knows how to measure..." The young master glanced at Xu Yi and sighed a little: "It seems that he likes it, but it's not to the extent that he must marry in. This kind of thing is not It’s just like this, it’s fine if the novelty wears off, it’s too troublesome to get married. I still know the truth about taking off your pants and farting, so it’s unnecessary.”

Shen Huaibi took a sip of tea, and didn't care about the Pingcheng prefect's romantic years.

"But Huarong doesn't know what's good? The stinky bastard actually let the words out? He said that my father played with good women..."

Qi Mo couldn't help being a little speechless, and the dignified doctor Hua also had to use these indecent methods to achieve his goal of not wanting to be known....

"So you tied your father up?"

Speaking of this, the young master also had a sad face, and sighed: "Yes."

When Shen Huaibi heard this, she stood up, and the sky had just been stained with a faint glow? At this time, it had disappeared without a trace.

The night is getting thicker, and the fog among the clouds is slowly rising.

There was a faint glow of fire outside the courtyard wall, just like what they encountered at the inn last night.

That's people holding torches and guarding at the door.

"Master Taishou! Come out quickly! A group of thieves have come from outside the city! Say, say, if we don't hand over a man named Shen?, we will massacre the city!"

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